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39773 No. 39773
Marisa Kirisame, the Ordinary Witch, was kneeling above her client’s naked waist, her skirt hitched up to her belly. A tense, giddy grin busied the bottom half of her face. All the same, Marisa kept it as bright as the stars – for both her client’s benefit and her own – as she reached below to wrap her hand around the boy’s stiff, upright member. The oily salve, which she had poured all over the penis moments before, caused her grip to slip down the thick shaft. There was a sharp intake of breath when the boy’s foreskin was peeled back, and the side of Marisa’s palm bumped into his crotch.

And then, an even sharper one – when she hooked the thumb of her free hand under her panties and tucked them to the side, revealing her bare slit.

Marisa scuffed forward on her knees, stretching herself open, angling her client’s tool at her opening. It was as her warm petals began to slide around his slippery glans that he voiced his creeping doubt.

“Ah. Um… Miss Marisa?”

The Ordinary Witch paused, at once too horny not to feel a tug of annoyance and feeling way too excited to let it show. She grinned down at the flustered boy. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Her young client’s gaze fluttered between her face and the soft, warm place he was about to enter. “Is this… um, really necessary?”

Marisa eyed her client with all the mock exasperation of an herbalist inquired whether nettle soup could sting one’s tongue. All the sixteen or seventeen years of worldliness her client could muster eyed her back. He was a hunk, no mistake; Marisa couldn’t take that away from him. Fieldwork did that to boys. And yet, it would seem the same thing that had so deliciously bulked out his arms and chest had also sapped away at his wits.

The same may not be said of his hard, lubed-up dick… which twitched in her hold, more and more impatient the longer it kept kissing her lower lips without actual insertion. Marisa rubbed its tip up and down along her moist slit as she addressed her hesitant client.

“You—” she began to say. “… What’d you say your name was?”

“Um. Tarou, miss. You’ve asked me already. Thrice.”

“Tarou-boy,” granted Marisa, honestly uncaring whether she had. “What is this, remind me, what we’re doing right now?”

Tarou blinked. “… Um. My after-youkai-attack care?”

“Which your parents were kind ‘nough to pay off up front and even leave us the house until we’re done. And you say you wanna stop?”

“N—Not stop,” whined the boy. “Only… I’d thought—”

“Tarou-boy,” chided Marisa. “You were kidnapped by a Tengu female while taking a stroll in the forest, yeah?”

“That’s… right.”

“And she took you to her cabin up on the Goddesses’ Mount and made you plough ‘er. Yeah?”

The boy Tarou began to shake his head, panic settling in. Then, he faced down the futility of lying to a seasoned youkai exterminator… who happened, also, to be gripping a delicate part of his body. “… Yeah,” he gave up. “Yeah. She told me to strip, then… then licked and sucked on me till I got up. Stripped down, too, afterwise. Stuck out her rear. Told me to… to ‘screw her cunt silly.’ Said she’d gouge my eyes out for the crows if I finished before her.”

Tarou’s brows took on an appropriately dismayed crook – even if, down below, the head of his erection throbbed between Marisa’s petals at the memory of being stuffed inside a rutting Tengu’s swollen pussy. The Ordinary Witch wrested down the urge to comfort it inside her snug, human one. For now. For now, she continued to drill the big-dicked youth.

“And, did ya?” she asked. “Screw ‘er silly?”

A blush worked up from Tarou’s jaw to warm up his cheeks. “… Um. Yeah. I put my… my dick inside her and kind of pumped her, trying to think of something else. Tengu lady must’ve been on the edge, because she came a few minutes afterwise. Screamed up a storm, wet herself all over the floor… then fell right asleep. So, I, uh… I wrapped up on my end, pulled on my trousers, and scarpered.”

Marisa sniggered, the mental image of this bumbling boy polishing himself off with an unconscious Tengu’s pussy too ridiculous to even turn her on.

“And have you told your parents ‘bout that part?”

Tarou’s cheeks went from maroon to a shade reserved only for the head of a penis that’s about to spurt all over a girl’s face. “N—No. They think I was kidnapped by a youkai. That’s all.”

“Good thing they called me, then.”

“Um. Why?”

‘Cause, thought Marisa, your dick and I are gonna have a lotta fun together. “‘Cause, bucko,” she said aloud, “the Tengu? They’re snakes. Give ‘em a chance, and they’ll lay a curse smack dab on you. And with that in mind, tell me: have you jerked it yet since you came back?”

Tarou’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Wha—” He coughed. “Why?!”

“You screwed a Tengu, Tarou-boy,” Marisa reminded him sweetly. There was another shameless throb where her pussy lips were half-wrapped around the boy’s slippery glans. Marisa couldn’t wait to feel how hard it would throb once he was fully inside her. “Mhm. Yeah. Your prick could be chock fulla curses – and you’d never know till you went up to the hay loft to fool around with your girlfriend.”

“I—I don’t have a—” the boy started to say, somewhat defensively.

“Your right hand, then,” offered Marisa. “Any place you stuff it, bucko, havin’ sex with youkai is bad for you. And that’s what the ointment’s for, see?” Here, the Ordinary Witch extended a thumb to rub it on the side of Tarou’s sturdy shaft. The warm lotion clung to her skin, as if trying to glue his dick and her hand together. “Coconut oil, a pinch o’ kava,” Marisa explained. “Works a miracle on curses. Cured a guy of impotence, once. Some arse-for-face kitsune reckoned it’d be funny. All we need to do, Tarou-boy… is make damn sure it’s spread all nice and evenly. Miss a spot, see, and the curse’ll but fade – then kick back in later, full force. We need to smother it completely first time. Get it, now?”

“Yes!” gasped the boy. “Yes, but, do we need to do it with—” His eyes flashed to where Marisa’s pussy was poised to swallow his dripping hard-on. “… Must it be in here? Miss Marisa?”

Marisa feigned a touch of surprise. “Where else better?”

“You could’ve done it with your hands!” spluttered Tarou. “O—Or mouth! This is—”

“Ah, so you wanted a blowjob.” Marisa tut-tutted. “Naughty, naughty. At least ask the girl out on a date ‘fore you ask her to suck you off, will ya?” When Tarou set his jaw, she offered up a conciliatory grin. “Ah, truth is, bucko, kava don’t taste too good. And, anyhow, I’ve none dimmest how the mix’ll react to saliva. So, my mouth’s outta the question. As for my hands—” Marisa slowly glided her hand up and down the boy’s trapped shaft. There was a brief, delicious tensing of the whole thing when her fingers passed a spot that must have felt really good. “… I ain’t given to precision work,” cautioned Marisa. “Always use a brush or reed pen at home. Want me to scratch this handsome prick all over with a sharp piece of wood? Nah, didn’t think so. ‘Sides,” she added, slyly, “it’s two birds with one stone, bucko.”

Tarou looked none too convinced. “… It is?”

Yeah, Marisa thought, tongue flashing out to wet her lips, I’ll get to feel what it’d be like to have this dick knocking me up. “That curse I done mentioned?” she volunteered for the boy’s limitless suspicion. “What you mighta gotten from the Tengu bitch? Well, bucko, like as not, it’d be the kind what they get you with. See? They curse you, so you can no longer get it up. You ain’t gettin’ it up, can’t jerk off, your girlfriend’s growin’ mad as a hatter… So, you go out to find what done cursed you in the first place. Turns out, you can only now pop a boner if it’s with a Tengu. So, they take you along to their village up on the ‘Mount as a sort of matin’ slave… and that’s the last your folks ever see of you. Includin’ that girlfriend.”

Her blushing client peered to where the Ordinary Witch was bullying his penis with long, teasing strokes. “… I’m, um, plenty hard right now.”

“‘Cause of the salve,” countered Marisa. “You got all stiff when I poured it on, no?”

“Um. Yeah.” Tarou’s incredulity dimmed in his voice. “I did, huh. Hng.

“And you say you ain’t even tried to wank it ‘fore today?”

“… Yeah.”

“And that’s why, see—” Marisa struck on, releasing the boy’s hard-on and laying both her sticky hands flat on his stomach. “You and I’re both humans, yeah? So, if I’ve rubbed the salve in and you’re still nice an’ hard inside me… That’ll mean it’s worked for sure. See?”

The boy Tarou, who by now was redder than a beet, weighed Marisa’s sound rationale against his reluctance to let an older girl play doctor with his dick. The added weight of her pussy bearing down on the vulnerable crown of said dick, however, tipped his mental scales toward the more fun end. Slowly, with pronounced concession, Tarou’s chin was bobbed up and down in tacit agreement.

“… Ah. Miss Marisa?” he added, halting the Ordinary Witch for one more moment before she dropped her hips. “One thing.”

“Mhm? What is it, bucko?”

“What if I…” Marisa’s client grew somehow half a shade redder yet. “… What if I come inside you?

Marisa’s chest fluttered, the sheer idea behind the words slamming into her belly like a bullet made of arousal. A powerful urge to beg the boy to do just that threatened briefly to overflow her mental dams. A few furious heartbeats later, and the Ordinary Witch threw a rein on her horny fantasies.

“… Ah, try not to?” she proposed, with arch humour. “This’s after-youkai-care – not sex. Yeah? Though, if you do, no biggie. It ain’t a dangerous day or anythin’.”

That had been but half a lie.

It was a very dangerous day.

Marisa had it on meticulous calculation that today was the most fertile day of her cycle; a single creampie was liable to get her pregnant with the boy’s child. Although, Tarou may never know this – not less he stole into Marisa Kirisame’s shop in the dead of the Forest of Magic, and leafed through the somewhat foxed notebook wherein the Ordinary Witch – at times with dread, at times with relief – marked down the days until her next period. That he fairly hadn’t – otherwise, he would never have agreed – was much to the good, because Marisa had no intention of ending it at just one creampie.

Assured of her purely medicinal persuasion, Tarou relaxed beneath her. Marisa smiled coquettishly, before asking her client:

“You ready, stud?”

Tarou’s attention, however, was affixed below, where remarkably sex-like – yet allegedly non-sexual – after-care was about to take place. “… Yeah,” he murmured, “ready.”

At was then, at long last, that Marisa Kirisame lowered her hips and let her drooling pussy slide down the boy’s waiting erection.

After so much waiting, the sensation of his glans spreading her lower lips was enough to give her a small, stomach-clenching orgasm. Coconut oil, which Marisa had applied liberally to the boy’s sturdy manhood, paved the way for the rest of it; soon, and the long shaft began to disappear between her slick petals – each vein and bump teasing her as it passed through. Marisa paused, moaning under her breath, when the hard tip of the cock, not at all on accident, nudged her G-spot. The Ordinary Witch, feigning no excuse, lifted her hips – then sank again for another prod. That time, when her vagina squeezed around the top third of Tarou’s stiff tool, she distinctly felt a glob of precum pumping up his shaft. It joined Marisa’s juices and the coconut oil in a lewd, slippery concoction that was only pushed deeper inside her as her pussy travelled down the length of Tarou’s dick.

Anxious for her prize, the Ordinary Witch completed the descent in one, smooth go – only permitting to herself a sigh of satisfaction once she was effectively seated atop her nude client, and the bare head of his penis was pressed up lovingly against her womb. Marisa needn’t peer down to see the mess of oil and pussy juice she had made in Tarou’s lap; she needn’t to undo her top to know her pink, perky nipples were harder than rock candy. The thick, robust cock that had made a rutting Tengu cum in mere minutes was hilted inside her barely experienced pussy – and making her head swim.

Gasping, swallowing down of the room’s coconut-scented air, Marisa gazed down at the boy with whom she was now, irrevocably, having raw, adulterous sex.

This had never been her idea.

Reimu. It had been Reimu’s.

After she and Reimu had entered a not-wholly-witting union with a bunch of animal spirits in the Wily Beast incident, something had gone very much awry with their bodies. As an alchemist of some success, Marisa had long devised methods of dealing with her womanly problems; bleeding, headaches and mood swings associated with that natural, female function were at best a mild annoyance to she who knew the right recipes. And yet, the weeks which had preceded Marisa’s that-time-of-the-month had been a youkai short of a nightmare. What had always been a fortnight of mild, if benign, distraction had been turned into evenings when Marisa had to quit her house to stop her fingers fiddling with her privates. And even then, often, it had done nothing to prevent her finding a nice, secluded place to give her needy insides some desperate relief.

When, though, she had complained of this to Reimu, her lifelong friend had shrugged it off – citing “her own way” of handling the monthly hormone rush. What Reimu’s “own way” had comprised, Marisa hadn’t been allowed to learn; not, anyway, until a few days afterwards, when she would run into Reimu leaving the home of a client who had of late come under attack by a vicious yuki-onna. That’d never have been very remarkable; both the Ordinary Witch and the Hakurei shrine maiden had been in business of providing youkai assault after-care for years. Only, Marisa’s trained, alchemist’s nose had alerted her to something else.

That Reimu’s breath had positively reeked of semen.

Small wonder, then, that the tight-lipped shrine maiden had left the stunned witch to be stunned, while she herself hurried off to her next job. Smaller wonder yet, that Marisa Kirisame had followed hot on her best friend’s trail. A feat of dexterity later, and the witch would be peeking in through the window of the house Reimu’s next assignment had taken her inside.

Across the remainder of that afternoon, Marisa would become wised up to several facts. One: that her friend and rival since childhood had a pair of tits which, beside Marisa, made the Ordinary Witch look more like a Little Prince. Two: that, for a fair compensation, Hakurei Reimu would go to her knees and give her client the sloppiest, most obscene blowjob Marisa had ever seen (not that she’d seen many, but… there was something to say for it when the client’s precum would go as far as to end up in Reimu’s cleavage). Three: that it would take two more such “assignments” before Reimu would finally deign to strip her panties and get fucked for real.

Marisa may still picture it: her best friend, bent over and propped against a wall. Vest ridden up to her chin. Those plump tits dangling freely below. The sharp noise of her client’s hips crashing into her butt. Reimu’s strangled, ecstatic moans from having her pussy stuck on the man’s long, curved cock. Marisa had come no less than twice, fingering herself while watching her friend get screwed; Reimu, meanwhile… it was difficult to tell. Suffice to say, that after she had quit the client’s house, her knees had been so weak, the shrine maiden had to stop and lean on lantern-posts to rest them every fifty paces.

Marisa wondered to this day what her best friend would’ve said had she ever heard that the same client had inexplicably been waited on by two youkai hunters in the same evening. Or that a certain Ordinary Witch was now the proud owner of a bra that a certain Hakurei shrine maiden had forgotten to put back on after getting her itch scratched.

Since then, “after-care” and “compensation” had taken on a hush, lascivious undertone in their conversations. Marisa rather suspected Reimu knew she was fucking her clients, as well as that Marisa knew Reimu was getting fucked by hers; neither of them, however, had outright admitted it. There’d been looks and oblique remarks on the state of each other’s underwear – but never more. It had lent the whole affair an air of taboo and mystique, which Marisa had found insidiously exciting.

All of which had led her here. Atop a nice boy, no older than seventeen, whose worried parents had hired her to ascertain their son was fine, but whom Marisa was now using to plug up her horny pussy. The boy himself, at least, seemed everything but disappointed – staring down at where Marisa’s pink, tight labia were strapped around the meaty base of his dick, and struggling to contain his amazement.

Marisa, a sweet smile tweaking her lips, nudged her hips forward, then back again – causing the boy’s cock to settle into a new, even more comfortable position inside her oil-slick pussy. When she sat straighter, the sensation of his stiffness grinding her front wall almost made her forget all about restraint. Marisa controlled her urges with difficulty.

“Mm… Tarou-boy?” she addressed her innocent client. “Afore we start on your treatment, stud… You’ve got a great cock.”

Her client’s eyes startled to her face, where they found nothing except bright, perverted glee. “… Um,” he ventured. “Your… Yours is great, too. It’s cramped, but… it fits like a glove. A—Am I all the way in, miss Marisa? Where I’m touching, is that your…?”

“Mhm.” Marisa’s smile widened. “It’s really a perfect fit, huh. To the inch.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. It’s great.”

For the minute in following, the witch and the boy marvelled quietly at their unexpected compatibility. From time to time, Marisa would feel Tarou’s cock twinge and gush more precum into her already flooded depths. None of it escaped down below; Marisa’s pussy lips were gripping the boy’s shaft so tightly they formed a seal – keeping the sexual fluids and coconut oil firmly contained. Marisa thrilled imagining what would happen if Tarou were to come inside her right then.

No, no, no, the Ordinary Witch reminded herself. Not yet. Formalities first. Cover your bases, Marisa.

“Mm. Well, Tarou-boy?” she cooed down at him. “What’d you reckon?”

Tarou and his cock startled together, the first – bucking slightly underneath Marisa, the latter – enjoying a short bounce up and down her pussy walls. “Ah, er. Um. Well—” he sputtered. “It’s… It feels amazing; way better than that Tengu lady. It’s so wet and so warm, and you’re so cute, and—”

“Ah-ah, Tarou-boy,” chided Marisa. “Thank you, but not that. Get your mind outta the gutter, huh? I meant the salve. Have we got it everywhere, d’you think?”

There was, at first, no reply. And then, at second, Tarou’s eyes narrowed… proving, above everything, that naiveté was not an inseparable domain of young men.

“… Miss Marisa?” said the boy, almost reproachful. “This isn’t treatment, is it? This is sex.”

Marisa’s heart hammered in her throat; and yet, ahead she could muster a response, Tarou stole the initiative it by locking his hands around her nude waist.

“There’s no Tengu curse like that,” went on the boy, “is there, miss Marisa? I don’t think so. My parents hired you, but you’ve not told them nothing about curses. That came up only afterwise, when I told you what happened. And why’d you have this oil on you? It isn’t for medicine, plain as plain. I think, miss Marisa, that you’re like that Tengu lady. You met me, fell in love with me, and wanted to have sex.”

And then, as though to further prove his right, the strapping young man hauled Marisa’s hips forward: extracting his hard cock to half-point, then slamming it back into her squirming, overstuffed pussy. Marisa had to slap a palm over her mouth not to give away how much she’d loved it – or that she wanted him to do it again. And harder.

Tarou watched her poorly controlled reactions with the marked look of a boy who had solved a puzzle piece none of his friends or family ever could. The Ordinary Witch joined his smug gaze in a silent danmaku match of need versus chipped pride.

“Am I right, miss Marisa?” he wanted to know.


( ) “… Clever boy.”
( ) This was a treatment – and didn’t he forget it.
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>> No. 39774
(x) “… Clever boy.”

About time the best heroine got some quality smut.
>> No. 39775
(x) This was a treatment – and didn’t he forget it.

Wouldn't an alchemist have a shitty sense of smell, instead? Since they'd be constantly working with strong-smelling chemicals.
>> No. 39776
(x) “… Clever boy.”

Cute
>> No. 39777
[x] “… Clever boy.”

>>39774

There was some good Marisa smut in TBRtG if I recall correctly. Something about shoving yin-yang balls up her butt or something.
>> No. 39778
(x) “… Clever boy.”
>> No. 39779
[x] This was a treatment – and didn’t he forget it.

Who needs a romantic interest? Strictly professional (and horny) is best, I say.
>> No. 39782
[X] "... Clever boy."
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(X) “… Clever boy.”

And pride was feeble solace beside that thick cock skewering her pussy. Marisa squeezed out a grin and a giggle – both a greater effort than they should have been, in the wake of the boy’s sudden, rough thrust. Her stomach was still fluttering. A persistent tingle behind her stiff-tipped breasts made breathing its own exercise.

“Nnh… Mm. Yeah, that’s right,” Marisa admitted, staring down Tarou’s vainglorious face. “This’s sex. You’re buck naked, and the tip of your cock is kissin’ my womb. ‘Course it’s sex at this point. And I’d not have had it another way.”

Tarou was not to be dissuaded with stark honesty alone. “Then I’m right?” he insisted. “You’re in love with me? That’s why the ‘treatment?’”

Marisa chortled – in earnest this time, and with no small damage to the boy’s expression. “Ahh, youth,” she sighed. “No, bucko, your parents did hire me, fair’n’all. I’ve not fallen for you. Tough luck. Once ya skinned those pants, though, and I saw what you were packin’ there… Knew it had to be amazin’ if that Tengu bitch chose you. Those never come so near the town without they scent somethin’ nice.”

Tarou’s mouth soured at the retroactive implications. “So, that Tengu smelled my…?”

“Youth, vigour, ki,” corrected Marisa. “Could be, if you were backed-up. ‘S why she nabbed ya… presumably, ‘nyhow.”

A dark cloud slid behind the boy’s eyes, as if the Tengu in question herself had just rejected him. A ray of hope knifed through when he addressed the witch currently riding his stiff manhood. “… And you, miss Marisa?”

Marisa shaped a wide grin. “Ah, I’m takin’ advantage of the situation, is all. I’ll purge and ward ya, no worries. It’s jus’, when I heard your side of the story, and saw that gorgeous prick of yours… I had to see how it would feel inside me.” The Ordinary Witch brushed her fingertips down the boy’s toned abdomen, up the stubble-covered base of his dick, and then around the firm nub of her clitoris. With two fingers on either side, she peeled back its loose hood; with a third, she began to flick the stiff protrusion left and right. A delicious, toe-curling judder clamped her pussy walls around Tarou’s invading cock. “Nnha, haa… Nn. Witch pussies, you see,” she told her stupefied boy-toy, “get really, really, haah, nngh… really lonely, y’know? A witch has to get screwed, nhh, nice an’ hard… at least ten times a month. Or else, hfff… else, she’ll go madder’n a fairy in a basement. An’ did you know somethin’, bucko?”

Marisa jerked her hand away from her hard, sensitive nub. Then, making a grab for one of Tarou’s knees, she leaned back, and spread her legs wide – displaying the place where his cock was sheathed balls-deep inside her.

“This pussy,” the Ordinary Witch announced, “ain’t been fucked even once this month.”

And that had been another lie. Since her latest cycle had reared its horny head, Marisa had already had sex thrice. Once, with the victim of a fairy’s prank – whom she’d quietly comforted with her pussy while his wife had been busy at the stove downstairs. Once more, with a town herbalist – to whom Marisa had delivered a shipment of love elixir, and which the man had absolutely to trial on the nearest woman (Marisa) ahead he’d even agreed to haggle. And then, a third time – with a man who had, embarrassingly, turned out to be a recent friend of her father. The ageing, jovial, somewhat portly bachelor had approached the Ordinary Witch claiming a young kitsune had laid a curse upon his lower body. Only later, afterwards Marisa had followed him home, and proven beyond the palest shade of a doubt the man hadn’t been mystically rendered impotent, had he revealed this truth. Although, since he had already come inside her twice, and been in the middle of giving her the best finger-bang of her life as he’d confessed his duplicity, the Ordinary Witch had acquiesced to three more rounds of free creampie sex in order to keep his mouth shut.

When she’d at last got home that night, for no reason but to feel safer, the Ordinary Witch would down a double dose of the contraceptive kava tonic she had used to peddle on the quiet to careless townswomen. And then, she would scribble a mental note to prepare even more in advance if… or, really, for when she let her dad’s friend play with his wayward daughter’s body again.

Marisa shuddered out of the memory of the old man egging her on with his fingers wiggling inside her cum-smeared pussy. Tarou’s hearty dick was now in their place; and, while nowhere near so nimble, the full, tight sensation of it plumping out her belly all the way up to her womb almost offset the lack of direct assault on her special spots. Marisa from before the animal spirit possession would have thought twice before turning down this kind of pleasure; Marisa of now wanted nothing less than to take the boy home and use him like an erotic chair all night long.

Under the circumstances, however, the Marisa of now would also have to settle for a course of regular impregnation sex. Tarou’s parents would not be gone forever, and walking in on a youkai hunter riding half-naked atop their son was not, the Ordinary Witch had to imagine, high up on their Tanabata wish tree. Nor was the boy himself without his own ideas.

A pleasant shiver ran up and stiffened Marisa’s back when Tarou slid his large hands from her waist to her slim thighs – hooking his thumbs under her rearranged panties along the way. Soaked in slick coconut oil, the dark, chiffon underwear – which Marisa had purchased and worn especially to get fucked in – clung to her bare skin. Tarou drew the panties completely to the side, unveiling the heart-shaped patch of blond pubic hair on Marisa’s groin.

“… Witches are so naughty,” he observed. “Aren’t they?”

“Mm. I ‘unno,” giggled Marisa. “Only know two or three. This’s more of a… a youkai extermination catch. There’s a lotta stress in the job that has to go someplace, see? An’ when we’re called to tend to knockouts like you—” Marisa walked her fingers up the boy’s firm, toned stomach. “… That can get mighty frustratin’. We’re girls, too… y’know?”

“Other… youkai hunters are like this?” asked Tarou, slowly.

Marisa flashed him a nasty look. “Want to fuck Reimu too?”

Tarou’s eyes blinked in surprise, yet the head of his cock briefly pushing up harder against Marisa’s cervix was its own, unwitting answer. “The—The Hakurei?” he stuttered out. “I—I wasn’t… I hadn’t meant—”

“Ah, ‘s fine, bucko,” cooed Marisa. “Reimu may act the devil when she’s on the job, but she’s been doin’ this after-care thingy long as me. I ‘unno if she’d screw you, less you were her type, but she loves givin’ head. Saw her blow a guy for half an hour straight once upon a time. Tell you what: you ever get bullyragged by a youkai again, ask for Reimu. Get the two of yous alone, and then show ‘er that handsome prick. You’ll be hittin’ her tonsils ‘fore your pants’re halfway down. And, who knows? Might be you’ll get lucky and get ‘er to use her tits, too.”

Tarou’s stare turned just a tad wishful. “… Miss Reimu would do that?”

“Good things come to boys who ask,” said Marisa, paraphrasing what her dad’s friend had. Casually advertising her best friend’s breasts had its own, wicked appeal; Marisa, however, had something even better in store for her client. A trip up and down her warm pussy walls, with a nice, happy finish in her fertile womb. “That’s that, though. Another time, bucko. Today, you’re screwin’ the witch. An’, I dare say, you’ve made her wait enough. Y’know,” she added with a smirk, “Reimu’d spread you across the wall if you jus’ kept ‘er caught like this without actually fucking her for so long.”

Tarou looked turned on. Then, he managed to looked contrite instead. “Um. Sorry. It’s… It feels so nice, I kind of don’t want it to end. A—And I was thinking—” the words tumbled from the boy’s tongue, it seemed, precluding his head altogether, “that, since you were way cuter than miss Reimu, that I wanted to… I’d rather it were you next time, too. And if you can’t – then I’d like to stay like this a little longer today. Please?”

Marisa smacked him on the flank – even if the compliment had made her break out in a grin. “Aw, that’s nice,” she granted; “and my pussy doesn’t want to let you go, either, but… No dice. I need this. I need to feel that cock movin’. There ain’t been a thing I needed badder than that right now. I’ll let you take me out on a date later, the full course, so why don’t we get you pumpin’ my baby room full – before your parents come back and I lose my witchin’ mind?”

Something passed behind the boy’s saucer-wide eyes, which Marisa was positive she would either come to rue… or enjoy immensely. “… So,” he said after a moment. “This is a treatment. For you.

And it was fast proving to be the latter. “Mm. Clever boooy,” she all but purred. “That’s right. This’s a treatment, Tarou-boy. Always was. A treatment where you take that awesome cock and rub my achin’ pussy all over to make it better. An’ then, if you want… put your sticky medicine inside. As deep as you like. I promise I won’t complain. Treat me as you will.”

“Then—” Tarou began.

And then, rather startling the petite Ordinary Witch, her youthful client heaved himself up to a sit. All of a sudden, Marisa found she had been shifted from looming above the adolescent boy, to being seated in his lap, with nothing except his broad, naked chest filling out her sight. What her surprise had ruined by causing her to flinch back, it was fixed once Tarou had gripped the witch’s ample buttocks (about the only ample part of her, really), and pushed her back down his thick, oiled-up manhood. It bottomed out as smoothly as if it had never left.

That one touch of manhandling – together with the penetration – was enough to cause the Ordinary Witch to swoon. Tarou’s chest showed itself to be apt support when Marisa braced herself against it with both hands and her sweat-sheened forehead. Silently, she thanked the thankless gods of harvest for doing their devotees at least this service. It was all Marisa could do, to cover her face and try her damnedest not to breathe in the boy’s warm, pheromone-laced smell. That, she feared, would have removed all remaining shackles of self-control from her brain.

“Then,” came the boy’s voice from above, “I want to treat you in another position, miss Marisa.”

Outmatched in height by more than a head, even while seated, Marisa had to crane her neck to peer up at the boy’s ruddy, yet determined face. “… What—” she managed to say, “nnhh, oh boy… What’d you have in mind, stud?”

There was a hesitant, greedy pause. “… Like the Tengu lady.”

Haah. Someone discovered a fetish, huh?”

“I mean… Worked for her.”

The Ordinary Witch tittered. “… Jester. Pervert.”

“I’m not jesting, miss Marisa,” insisted the boy.

“I know,” she assured him. “That’s what makes this so hot, Tarou-boy. I love an honest boy.”

And, she didn’t add, an honest boy with nice muscles a dick that made her feel this good went another mile still. It was a mile that took Marisa Kirisame, the youkai exterminator, into a realm where she weighed options she would never have under different circumstances. Atop the boy, twisting and grinding her hips, would have been her choice a few minutes before; now, Marisa had a taste for something that would leave her pussy the same sodden, semen-dripping mess… but flip the arrangement somewhat.

She considered, with not a little thrill of treachery, what Reimu would have done in her shoes.


( ) Get fucked like a bitch in heat.
( ) No way she’d miss out on getting mating-pressed under that bod.
( ) Write-in. Surprise me. Seriously.
>> No. 39786
(x) No way she’d miss out on getting mating-pressed under that bod.
>> No. 39788
[X] Fill me up all ten times and I'll be your girlfriend for the rest of the month.

Kinda encompasses the other two.
>> No. 39789
This choice is about what Reimu would do were she in Marisa's shoes right now, not what Marisa wants to happen to her (although I suspect they're going to end up being one and the same). So bearing this in mind:

[x]Get pinned between the wall and a hard cock, with her legs wrapped around him.

If it were Marisa, she'd probably be facing away instead to let him slam his hips onto her butt.
>> No. 39790
[X] Fill me up all ten times and I'll be your girlfriend for the rest of the month.

Sounds lewd as hell. Marisa's gonna be moaning in pure bliss after that.
>> No. 39792
[x] Lie back and think of Gensokyo.


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